What did jack horner pull from his pie

DEBBIE ELLIOTT, host:

This is ALL THINGS CONSIDERED from NPR News. I'm Debbie Elliott.

You think the real estate market is treacherous today, try England in the late 1530s. That's what the nursery rhyme "Little Jack Horner" is really all about.

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ELLIOTT: Here to explain is our London librarian Chris Roberts. He's the author of "Heavy Words Lightly Thrown: The Reason Behind the Rhyme," and he's at our London bureau.

Hello again, Chris.

Mr. CHRIS ROBERTS (Author, "Heavy Words Lightly Thrown"): Hello. Hi, Debbie.

ELLIOTT: So who was Little Jack Horner?

Mr. ROBERTS: Little Jack Horner was actually Thomas Horner. The name Jack comes up in nursery rhymes a lot, usually to reflect a slightly knavish character, a bit of a ne'er-do-well. So I suspect that's why they changed his name to Jack from Thomas.

(Reading) `Little Jack Horner sat in a corner eating his Christmas pie. He stuck in a thumb and pulled out a plum and said, "What a good boy am I."'

Where to begin with this? This is talking about the dissolution of the monasteries, Henry VIII taking property from the Catholic Church. Jack, as we know, is actually called Thomas Horner. Now he was a steward to the Abbot of Glastonbury during the reign of Henry VIII. This is how the story goes: He was entrusted to take some title deeds of properties to Henry VIII as a bribe so the abbot could keep the main monastery, but was prepared to give away some of the lesser properties.

Now the title deeds were held and sealed in a pie, and Jack's off to London. But instead of delivering the bribe to Henry VIII, he helps himself to the pie, puts his hand in, pulls out a plum piece of real estate--in this case, a place called Mells Manor--and thinks he's very clever for doing this. That's one version of it, that Jack is a thief and he's stealing the bribe that's intended for the king. And he...

ELLIOTT: So was this common? Is there historical evidence to support the theory that bribes were often delivered in pies?

Mr. ROBERTS: It comes up bewilderingly often in nursery rhyme. And it's--I think the pie is used as a metaphor. I think it's not necessarily what we would think of as a pie. It's just referring to a means of concealing a document, concealing anything. It could be jewels in some cases. Now the Horner family, who incidentally lived in Mells Manor until the 20th century, are quite outraged at this slander of their ancestor and understandably so.

And there are actually two rhymes that mention Mr. Horner. The first one that mentions him is: `Hopton(ph), Horner, Smith and Finn, when the abbots went out, they came in.' And a much more likely reading of what happened is that Thomas Horner, along with the other people mentioned in the previous rhyme--Hopton and Smith and Finn--were up-and-coming gentry. They were Protestant, they were local merchants doing quite well for themselves in the area around Glastonbury, and that they bought the property. You could see it as an early example of gentrification. They bought the property at the time admittedly at a knockdown rate, and admittedly the land had been stolen from the Catholic Church by Henry VIII. This seems to be what happened after the dissolution of the monasteries. The king didn't keep all the land for himself; he distributed it amongst his supporters so he then could rely on their loyalty should anything occur in the future, should there be a rebellion in the future. I suspect, though I can't prove this, that the popular `Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, eating his Christmas pie' version is actually the Catholic take on proceedings there.

ELLIOTT: Chris Roberts is the author of "Heavy Words Lightly Thrown: The Reason Behind the Rhyme," and he's a librarian at Lambeth College in South London.

Thank you, Chris.

Mr. ROBERTS: Thank you, Debbie.

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A Short Analysis of the ‘Little Jack Horner’ Nursery Rhyme – Interesting Literature

By Dr Oliver Tearle

‘Little Jack Horner’ has attracted a good deal more speculation than many other famous nursery rhymes, and others have had a fair bit. But for some reason, this little children’s rhyme about a boy eating a Christmas pie and pulling out a plum has been the subject of more debate than 90% of nursery rhymes in the English language. Why has the rhyme of ‘Little Jack Horner’ attracted such wild analysis, interpretation, and speculation? First, here’s a reminder of the words:

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, ‘What a good boy am I!’

We mentioned in our analysis of another nursery rhyme, ‘Sing a Song of Sixpence’, that some scholars or enthusiasts of nursery rhymes seem to want to make all of them about the Dissolution of the Monasteries and the English Reformation. But Reformation intrigue also surrounds ‘Little Jack Horner’, and here the case is a little more persuasive and interesting, although nevertheless nothing more than speculation.

The story goes as follows. A man named Thomas Horner was steward to Richard Whiting, the last of the abbots at Glastonbury Abbey. When King Henry VIII was dissolving the monasteries, the abbot sent Horner to London with the gift of a Christmas pie, in which were concealed the title deeds to twelve manors, which were designed to appease Henry in the hope that he would allow Glastonbury to survive the purging of the monasteries. But, when Horner returned to Glastonbury he opened the pie and pilled out the deeds of the Manor of Mells, which he had kept from Henry, meaning the monastery still had some of its own land.

What makes the link between this story and the rhyme of Little Jack Horner a little more scintillating is that we know that a man named Thomas Horner took up residence at Mells not long after the Dissolution of the Monasteries. Neat, huh? But the Horner family descended from this sixteenth-century Thomas Horner claim that their ancestor bought the manor, rather than plucking it from a pie. So it’s difficult to know whom to believe.

‘Little Jack Horner’ was later worked into a longer rhyme, which was published as a chapbook in 1764. (Many familiar nursery rhymes were popularised by the chapbook form around this time: ‘Old Mother Hubbard’ first became a bestseller and household name when it was published as a chapbook in the early nineteenth century.) But it seems clear that the original six-line rhyme of ‘Little Jack Horner’ was of an older vintage, and may well have been penned in reference to Thomas Horner’s acquisition of his Mells estate. Even if the real Thomas Horner acquired his manor fair and square, tongues may have wagged in those divided times. In the last analysis, we’ll probably never know for sure just how closely the events of Thomas Horner’s life and the pie-poking events described in the rhyme were related.

The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem.

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Sent June 09, 2018 - 19:29

Ufrin Djussen - Urfin Djus

Cabinetmaker, antique dealer

Zhevun. Born and raised in the village of Kogida.
In the real world, a successful antique dealer and cabinetmaker. Furniture expert.
Lives in solitude. Often stays in a vile mood. nine0017 Always carries a wooden clown with him.
The pizza delivery girl and the pool cleaner saw a tame owl with him.

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#3 Plushy beard

Sent 09June 2018 - 20:55

E went down to the river to catch some fish for dinner. At first he put the fish on the shore, then he began to eat it. I ate my fill - and there are still a lot of fish. Then Enu shouted:
- Whoever wants fish, let him come here!

The hyena came.
- Today I had a successful hunt, and I treat you, - said Enu to the hyena. The hyena was delighted and ate everything Enu caught. He got very angry. And the hyena ate and lay down on the sand. nine0017 At this time, a guinea fowl flew in, sat on a branch and began to preen.
- Oh, if only I had such a beautiful outfit! the hyena exclaimed, looking at the guinea fowl spreading its feathers.
"I can help you," Enu said. - If you bring some white clay and a knife, I will make you an outfit no worse than that of a guinea fowl.
The hyena was stupid. It never occurred to her that Enu was angry with her for eating all his fish. She went and brought a sharp knife and a lump of white clay. Enu told the hyena to lie down. She lay down. Then Enu began to paint her back with a knife. He slashed it up and down, and then covered the scratches with white clay. The hyena howled in pain, but Enu kept saying:
- Be patient a little, and you will have a dress as colorful and beautiful as that of a guinea fowl!

Finally he released the hyena, and she ran into the forest to heal her wounds. And Enu laughed after her:
- Now I have revenged you! Why did you eat all my fish?
Since then, the hyena's skin has remained striped.
So it was.

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Sent by 09 June 2018 - 20:59

Rose Turney nps

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#6 laion

Sent by June 09, 2018 - 22:29

Kaomi Ba Jirrah





How it all began
- Hurry, Hurry, They're Coming! - a black big cat, rearing up her scruff, looked around worriedly. The smell brought by the wind reported that the pursuers were already close and their intentions were clearly not peaceful. The panther impatiently spun in place, pushing with its nose a huge half-gray bear, exhausted by a long run. She would, of course, prefer a mortal fight to flight, but the instinct of self-preservation pushed her forward. From somewhere on the right came a hail:
- Baloo, Bagheera! Here! Look! - Mowgli, who grew up "on the paws" of a panther and an old bear, was already waiting for them, overtaking them on the road of vines, which he had learned to use at bandar-logs. A small forest lake, where they often went to drink, was now shrouded in a silvery mist.
- There, in the middle there is an island. In the fog they won't see us. - Baloo shook his shaggy head and, waddling running up to the lake, flopped into the water, heading for the island. Following him, the panther slipped into the water, and after it, without a single splash, Mowgli. They did not know that the silver mist was coming from a magical portal that would take them away from the fairy tale forever...


Now.
- Miss Ba Jirrah? Came a package of documents from "GUIA LA BRUNA". The firm's representative made an appointment for tomorrow at fourteen-thirty.

A dark-skinned young woman, graceful and, at the same time, strong and flexible, like a wild cat, thanked the secretary with a nod of her head and, taking the package with documents, left the agency. There was a dark cherry-colored Toyota Yaris parked at the entrance - an inexpensive but very comfortable car that the hostess had purchased not so long ago. nine0017 Earnings of one of the leading models of an advertising agency allowed me to make this "small" gift for myself. The path to the agency was long and difficult - it was not at all easy to get from the farm where Bagheera initially lived to Fabletown and be able to earn money. If not for the help of Mowgli, who managed to settle in the city, who knows, maybe the black panther would still vegetate on this disgusting farm. Mowgli and helped her buy Witch Charms from the 13th floor. And having moved to the city, Bagheera did not lose touch with Mowgli and Baloo. nine0007

Kaomi got behind the wheel, and soon the compact cherry car was rolling towards downtown Fabletown...

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#7 Beaver

Sent by June 10, 2018 - 00:02

It's no secret that you need money to buy official charms. Much money. Kat gets them with the help of the stock exchange: buying and further reselling - with a significant mark-up, of course - securities at the right time brings her a considerable profit. To be honest, she could have started her own business a long time ago or have a huge house with servants, but she prefers to spend her evenings in a tiny apartment. Why? It's simple: she is used to walking on her own and still does not want to "get stuck" somewhere. nine0007

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#eight Supreme Overlord Malekith

Sent by June 10, 2018 - 10:38 am

Lord Gaston LeGome=Gaston Smith

Once upon a time "Chief Man" and a wealthy marquis of a small town long forgotten by history in the dense forests of the Native Lands, who was known as a skillful, brave warrior and hunter, as well as a fabulously strong, agile and hardy tall man. With skillful fabulous male hands capable of all male work and able to easily lift huge blocks of stone, logs, trophy bears as well as three girls with an oak bench with one hand while drinking wonderful ale with the other while fighting off a crowd of annoying drunkards. Not to mention his fabulous skill in hand-to-hand combat, fencing with a blade, working with an ax and archery, a crossbow, and especially with powder firearms, where, as all the inhabitants of the town knew and discussed, he never missed or lost a battle, always returning with a victory and a trophy

However, an attempt to marry a local beauty, the daughter of a mad craftsman and merchant, a cursed bookish bore who fled into the thicket and found an abandoned cursed castle, lay there with a hairy and smelly monster ended in failure, as well as saving her and realizing the terrible truth and ungodly union women and animals who, with cunning and a wet stone floor on the balcony, were able to defeat him and he fell from a great height and broke a lot of branches ended up in the river and then swam back, returning to his town and recovering, surrounded him with walls and towers against monsters, but then times changed and armies of the Enemy appeared on the horizon, which mercilessly seized the lands, destroying any resistance in their path, which forced the heroes to flee, Gaston, having learned that it was not possible to defeat the Enemy, was soon among the refugees, and then, with the help of his skillful hands and courage, made a fortune in " the real world. " nine0007

Now at the present time, being a workaholic and hardy for long and long years of epochs, and even in hard times, having visited many non-fabulous military fronts, having seen blood and changing many names in a cruel non-fairytale world, he earned a lot of money for his eternal life. invested his life in deposits and shares, rented out a couple of ancient estates in Europe for a long-term lease and gave bribes to a couple of people from Disney so that the Gaston character would be given more time and even his own zones with actors in amusement parks. Gaston, who did not need charms because of his appearance, gave to needy fairy tales, especially female heroes and not only in debt, or helped in exchange for very profitable and pleasant services or material monetary interest, shares, shares. nine0007

However, recently, out of boredom and the need for sensations, as a hobby, he worked part-time as a "Real Man For A Couple Of Hours Or For The Whole Hot Night" where women and housewives in need of strong and skillful man's hands and body could for a fee or services to Gaston find satisfaction in help and in his desires that he was able to satisfy.

In the end, "work" if it could be called that and not entertainment "Main Man" with a free, though eventually clogged with orders from women in need, where he drove around the city on his Hummer, was fun and highly paid, Yes, and it was difficult to find in the town of fairy tales and not only, a good and handsome charismatic man with a snow-white smile of perfect teeth, capable of easily dragging weights with a bare muscular torso, repairing, planing, locksmithing, and setting up equipment, as well as excellent frying, peppering, cooking, there was not much to satisfy with a massage and not only, as well as for a fee, even to beat off male monsters annoying women and former ugly husbands who had not yet given the go-ahead for a divorce, knocking them to the very paws, there was not much. nine0007

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"Founder and head of the night mafia-forum role-playing league of vampires and easternists, as well as simply working until late hours, but overcoming at night to participate in the FRPG and mafia games" (c)

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#nine spectrum nine0003

Sent by June 10, 2018 - 12:50 pm

Mr. Buster a.k.a. Monster

Despite the nickname "The Beast" given to him by the peasants in ancient times, Buster is by no means such a monster as many paint him. On the contrary, he is a rather polite and kind man to others, at least as long as they deserve it, of course, and do not say nasty things about the Beast himself, his, in spite of everything, still beloved wife - Beauty and their long-term marriage, in which there is everything from love to hate. It is generally better not to stutter about the latter in his presence. nine0007

Due to the loss of all his fortune, Buster had to take on any job, just to have enough money to live for him and his wife. Therefore, where free hands were needed, he went there. Over the years, Buster has been a janitor, a porter, and a builder. Now he is busy keeping the buildings of Fabletown clean and tidy. Well, more precisely trying, with varying success. Still, when he was in his past life, completely different people were doing this. ..

But he tries not to lose heart about it, although the work is low, it is still important. And if you really have to choose between your pride and a more or less prosperous life, then the Beast will undoubtedly choose the latter. As well as always since he met his Beauty. nine0007

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#10 Kurasagi

Sent by June 10, 2018 - 2:09 pm

Cheshire cat.
Episode 2 legacy of the crooked.

- Chief...you are not afraid to cross the path of a beard. nine0017 - Mr. beard has his own niche, I have my own, this is what I will achieve.
The hand turned the handle of the fabletown main office. Sitting at the table drew attention to a man in a colorful Hollywood suit, with pink inserts on the elbows and shoulders. The man walked confidently enough to the table and laid a carpet on it.
- 1200 can not be counted.
- I'm very interested in Cheshire... Why did you suddenly start investing in fabletown? You want to wash your soul, every legend knows it's drug money. nine0017 Cheshire adjusted his round gilded glasses.
- You see, I am not indifferent to the fate of legends, and if Mr. Beard considers fabletown a business, then I am home. I live among them, I know their needs and I want to help them.
The interlocutor bowed politely and went to the exit. Leaving the office, he closed the door where two more were waiting for him.
Going out into the street and approaching the car, he sat on the hood.

"Yes, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge, my first love in a psychiatric hospital banged the second"
- Chief, you thought...
- Are you still here? Come check out the production. And yes, it is necessary to resolve issues with the pawnshop of the crooked one faster.
- You are not afraid that the administration will not approve of this, that you are slowly but trying to become the second crooked.
The cat sighed.
- The past taught me something, the crooked one offered an alternative, I was inspired by this and now I understand that prostitution and drugs in our conditions is a way of survival. I don't want to be crooked, I want to offer a place for those who are having a hard time, but a legal place. Let Miss Snow deal with the bureaucracy, the big wolf with the law, but I just keep an eye on the street, and sometimes I solve problems with narrow-minded simpletons. That's what I'm aiming for. The money from the full production cycle that we worked on gives me the funds to invest in fabletown, invested something crooked? I know my place and I want to help Miss Snow control the dark corners of our existence. Truncated? nine0017 The cat jumped off the hood and sat behind the wheel of the car, the hand slowly turned the key...

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#eleven Elli_Pirs

Sent by June 11, 2018 - 01:27 AM

Robert White/White Rabbit 9. ©

Rabbit looked at his gold pocket watch and took a sip of whiskey.

- Well, shitty drinks here...

Bear Max, in turn, finished his beer with pleasure, asking the bartender to repeat it.

- It's "Hoofbeat", Rob, it's always been like this here. You probably just got used to it during this year that you spent traveling. nine0007

- I've lost the habit of a lot of things this year. Let's go again, the police of the simpletons covered our "employers"?

- And confiscated the laboratory, - added the Bear. At the moment we are unemployed...

- But ARE WE free then? We still have our network of merchants. We'll find... I'll find new equipment, arrange supplies of raw materials. Fortunately, no one got to my accounts.

- Our network has also thinned out. Many people now work for Cheshire...

White wanted to saddle up another sip of whiskey, but the news prevented him from raising the glass to his lips. nine0007

- Cheshire? It's Cheshire working for us!

- No, Cheshire is now heir to the Crooked Uncle's case.

- Oh, fuck it. White ran a hand through his hair, brushing it back. - Although, on the other hand, I'm on friendly terms with one of the most influential types in this city.

- Do you want to remove him? - as always in his manner in the forehead asked Max, - Or start to cooperate?

The rabbit paused for a while, looking somewhere at the bottom of his glass. nine0007

- Let's see, Max. We'll see.

The bear did not answer. I could hear the clock on the wall ticking.

- In any case, we will not be lost. - Rabbit continued, - Let's fuss a little, break a couple of heads and we are again in chocolate.

- That's right, - Max nodded his head, pouring himself a beer, - By the way, where is "the love of your life Alex"? A year ago, you did not leave each other a single step. How does she like your new Charms?

- I don't want to talk about it, - White answered, finishing his whiskey, - We... we...

- Have you had another fight?

- Not the right word.

NPS:

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Sent by June 12, 2018 - 02:19

Brandish

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#13 Ggleebb nine0003

Sent by June 12, 2018 - 11:03

Marlon Brave - Mowgli

Description

Works as a tourist.
A dark-skinned, dark-eyed young man of an obviously oriental appearance stopped the bike near a house standing on the outskirts of a small village. He pulled out the ignition key, and, without removing his helmet, went into the house. He did not stay there for long, and soon left, accompanied by a short man. The little man was obviously trying to prove something, but the young man, without even listening, got on the motorcycle and started the engine. nine0017 - And just try to do this again - you will quickly go to the Witch's Well. - he warned the little man and flashed a white-toothed smile. Contrary to this sign of friendliness on the face of the young man, the undersized one somehow shrank back and looked at the young man in a haunted manner.
- Yes, Mr. Marlon Brave, I'll do everything as you say, don't worry. - the young man nodded, started the bike and left.

Ps. Marlon Brave from English is a cheerful brave man.

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-I have the worst job in the world! said the toothbrush.
- Well, well ... - answered the toilet paper. :D

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#fourteen debero

Sent by June 12, 2018 - 12:16

MORPHEUS

Entry

It was late evening in Fabletown. The last rays of the sun had long since disappeared beyond the horizon, and the time of Night was coming. Its darkness enveloped the city, wrapping houses, benches, trees. Only street lamps resisted her, shedding their dim yellowish light around.
The sky was covered with a heavy sheet of black clouds, through which only occasionally the light of the moon or the glitter of stars broke through. It was raining. Heavy drops drummed on the roofs of houses, flowed down from the yellowed foliage of trees, bubbled on the surface of puddles underfoot. Lightning split the sky in a golden stroke, accompanied by booming thunder. nine0007

He was walking through Fabletown. Outwardly, he looked like a stately man. He was wearing a tight suit and patent leather black shoes. Under a light cloak, open despite the bad weather, a gray scarf was visible, enveloping the neck in several layers. He carried two umbrellas in his hands. One with multi-colored pictures and the second - blacker than the night. But He was in no hurry to reveal them. These umbrellas were not protection from the rain. They were the embodiment of the traveler himself, full of magic, as ancient as the universe itself. They were only used at night. He opened them to people falling asleep, either showering their dreams with bright sparks and goodness from a multi-colored umbrella, or instilling ancient nightmares and horrors in their dreams - from a black one. nine0007

Who was the traveler? He had many names. Throughout human history, it has featured in various folk tales, legends and fairy tales. In some, he was a well-known character: Sandman, Ole Lukoye, Morpheus. .. In others, he remained only a nameless guide to the dream world of illusory reality. But he was everywhere. And his mission was one and only - to decide what kind of dream each living being will see.

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#fifteen Darth Kraken

Sent by 15 June 2018 - 19:45

Konstantin Dubov

Irina Orekhova

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#16 Verina

Sent by June 16, 2018 - 18:31

Julie ( Jali ) Greguar

Legend: Jali, trained goat of Esmeralda 9Ol000

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#17 Disha_

Sent by June 19, 2018 - 10:58

For the first Enchantment, Tinkerbell accumulated, with the help of repairs of varying complexity, breakdowns in the homes of the inhabitants of the Farm. Among her own, the fairy had a reputation as a professional with golden hands. The little one, no taller than four inches, had to fly from hut to hut every day to put a couple of earned coins into a piggy bank. Things were moving pretty fast, but lately Tinker had been paying more and more attention to other activities, which could distract her from everyday life and dissipate this stench from engine oil. nine0007

In addition to the talent given by mother nature herself, Tinker Bell, like any other fairy, loved to dance, but dirty work and washing a huge collection of copper pots were for the most part a priority for a gifted craftswoman until she I saw an announcement about a casting for the role of a leading ballerina.

The casting took place in a big city, so having sold more than half of her junk, Tinker Bell decided to bet all-in and bought a one-way ticket, thus making the final choice in favor of the fact that she would never return to the village. Even if she failed, at worst she had a fallback option - to open her own car service, which was not a bad idea, because this person's hands grew from where they should. nine0007

The tight schedule of rehearsals before the meeting with the commission brought the fairy back to normal, even more than. With such a schedule, Tinker Bell stopped noticing the shabby room, where she temporarily settled in and, with burning eyes, ran to the theater at dawn in order to be the very first to stretch, which was accompanied by the screams of the choreographer, always drunk as an insole.

After a couple of months, the very day X came, when it was necessary to make every effort for the magnificent batman and leave with the graceful posture of a swan to powder the nose for of that chief, who sat in the middle and chose a lady for the evening.

“Honey, congratulations,” the teacher’s voice came from behind. Get dressed, he's already waiting.

Tinker Bell looked in the mirror appraisingly, and pulling off the snow-white ballerina robe, she pulled on a black flowing dress that perfectly emphasized the ballerina's figure over her fragile, thin body.

The contract did not appear on the table immediately, and the director announced the tempting offer only after both had been sitting at the table of a chic restaurant for about an hour and drinking a second bottle of sweet wine. nine0007

Paid apartments, pocket money, performance fees - the dream of any refugee from a small province.

A nod to a pile of papers, a signature, a charming smile at a fat purse, an elegant slit on the dress where it should be, and eye contact made with the one who pays all the bills and Charms. Isn't it perfect?

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#eighteen Selena

Sent by June 21, 2018 - 8:58 PM

Jack Horner


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#nineteen Andy with a face

Sent by June 22, 2018-17:43

Caliph Aist

HASID Harun Ar-Rakhim

AIST Flying ... I can’t fly, I can’t fly a lot . What a pity. nine0172